The Pink Moon…

Don’t get too excited, April’s Pink Moon rarely has anything to do with its colour. Its name comes from the North American wildflower ground phlox. It’s one of the earliest flowers to bloom, bright pink against soil that still remembers winter all too well. 

It’s a moon named not for what it looks like, but for what it promises. And promises have always been dangerous things, haven’t they?

Within The Season of Secrets, April will turn our attention to folklore, magic and superstition. The stories we tell to explain what we don’t yet understand. The rituals we perform not because we fully believe, but because some part of us would rather be careful than sceptical.

Folklore blooms where certainty fails.

Spring is beautiful, but it’s also strange. Things rise from the earth that weren’t visible before. 

The Pink Moon is associated with thresholds. Between frost and growth. Between caution and curiosity. It’s no coincidence that so many folkloric beliefs cluster here.

And magic under the Pink Moon is more like habit. A saying that’s repeated, just in case. A door left ajar or firmly shut, depending on what you fear more.

Superstitions thrive in the gaps between knowledge and instinct. They’re stories with practical roots, shaped by generations who noticed patterns and drew conclusions long before science offered alternatives. Some were wrong. Some were right. Most linger because they feel true.

Under the Pink Moon, folklore doesn’t demand belief. It just asks for our quiet attention.

This is the point in the season when buried secrets begin to acquire narrative. No longer just truths pressed into the dark, they pick up symbols. Shapes. Meanings. A secret framed as a curse feels different to one framed as fate. Language transforms threat into myth, and myth into something we can carry.

Notice the small rituals you perform without even thinking about them. The habits you defend irrationally, perhaps. The stories you half-believe because abandoning them feels too much like tempting fate.

Ask yourself not whether they’re real, but why they endure.

April’s Pink Moon reminds us that folklore isn’t the opposite of truth. It’s just one of its disguises. 

Some warnings arrive dressed as stories.

And under the Pink Moon, it’s wise to listen.